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lil kim – who shot ya lyrics

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who shot ya i’m the notorious k-i-m
queen b-tch, cos the streets say i am
play private airports fashion week i’m on the runway
feds trying to tie me to all sorts of gun play
must be the mon-ey
paparrazi looking for my limo, i breeze out in the hyundai
biggie warned me the more money, more problems
now that i’m on to a new level, i see the new devils
my flames stay on high so i walks right through em
old skool, new skool i really don’t care
i “burn baby burn” like smoky the bear
y’all don’t want nothing here, it’s election season
and your number one candidate is leading
the lyrical molesting is taking place
f-cking with queen b it aint safe
n-gg- sting you in your face
like you got the mumps, kim spit that sh-t give ya n-gg-z goose b-mps
honey girl break rules, make moves
b-tches mad cos i keep multi-millionaire dudes all around me
a billion c-ck rhymes
any of you b-tches whispering about mines and (i‘m) and (i‘m)
bedstuy’s finest, you rewind this brooklyn’s behind this

go brooklyn…

seperate the weaks from the ob-solete
hard to creep through the brooklyn streets
hard to creep through the brooklyn streets
n-gg- it’s on in these brooklyn streets
seperate the weaks from the ob-solete
hard to creep through the brooklyn streets
its on in these brooklyn streets
n-gg- it’s on in these brooklyn streets

i seen the light got ridda all the creeps
cameras in the crib, bullet-proofed out the jeeps
ya’ll go ahead and sleep got to watch my back think the c-ke and law enforcement acts make me slack
a b-tch is all that, c-ck sucker ease up
this laser beam device make a n-gg- freeze up
cut the check, respect i demand it
slip and break the seventh commandment
though shall not f-ck with the queen of c papa
send you straight to big in the choppa
i feel for you, pop my collar like the fonz
royalty watch by lil’kim on the arm
put your money where your mouth is
contracts in the briefcase
you name the time and the place
make sure you remember my face
snake b-tches, fake b-tches
what the f-ck y’all wanna do b-tches
mo betta got tha haysack
i’m in the phantom, she’s in the maybac
flex got his arms in the fire positon
and about to drop the bomb, hope you haters is listening
what…

seperate the weaks from the ob-solete
hard to creep through the brooklyn streets
hard to creep through the brooklyn streets
n-gg- it’s on in these brooklyn streets
seperate the weaks from the ob-solete
hard to creep through the brooklyn streets
its on in these brooklyn streets
n-gg- it’s on in these brooklyn streets



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